Reluctant Cuck

My First Time Swinging and I became a cuck.

My name is Paul.

This is the story of my first experience swinging with my girlfriend at the time and a couple who were our friends.

I was far from a saint. I was always trying to fuck the wives and girlfriends of my friends, with varying degrees of success. But like the hypocritical prick I was, I never wanted anyone to fuck any of my girlfriends. I was a selfish man back then.

Combine a hot summer night, being young, dumb and full of cum, a friend who wants to fuck your girlfriend, his girlfriend who's into anything, and your own secret hunger for her. Add a few drinks to loosen your courage, and you let your cock make the decisions.

As with all the stories Sue and I publish here, this is true. We're not into erotic fiction. The truth is always more interesting. We both like knowing a pussy really did feel those cocks inside it.

Sometimes the names of the guilty are changed. Sometimes they're not.

These days I wouldn't give a second thought to a night like this. Back then it was new. It was the first time I ever watched a partner being fucked by another man.

Most men who've watched their wife or girlfriend take another cock know how exciting and erotic it is, especially the first time. Watching any woman take a cock--or cocks--is intense. Watching your own woman do it puts it on another level. Add a little jealousy and you notice every moan, every thrust, every bead of sweat, every body movement, every sexual and non-sexual gesture. Every detail etches itself into your brain.

If you've been in that situation, or can imagine it, you may understand why this night disturbed me then and remains a very erotic memory now.

This was a long time ago. My girlfriend at the time was Sharon.

Peter and Cheryl, two friends of ours, came over for drinks--normal Saturday-night behaviour. Most weekends we'd gather with friends at one place or another. They were the only couple free that particular night.

Sharon was a nineteen-year-old blonde. She had a great pair of tits but never wore tops that showed cleavage. She was a very good fuck and gave a mean blowjob. She was a long way from virgin territory.

I knew Peter would fuck her in a heartbeat. He flirted constantly and took the occasional grope, but I never worried too much. We all flirted and felt each other's partners. As far as I knew he hadn't fucked her before this night--though maybe I was just naïve.

Cheryl was an eighteen-year-old brunette, sexy as hell. She had gorgeous big green eyes and skin with a slight redness that always made her look flushed and hot. Her tits were as big as Sharon's, but unlike Sharon she always wore tops that showed them off and rarely bothered with a bra. That night was no exception. Her pussy was well-experienced and she loved using it.

She was also a jealous woman if she thought Peter was fucking someone she didn't know about--or if she wasn't present.

Peter was nineteen, in good shape, and it was rumoured he had a big, thick cock. Though he'd been my friend since high school, I'd never been interested enough to check at the urinal or in gym class.

Pete was a real "root rat"--Aussie slang for a man always chasing a fuck. His pursuit of tits and arse was relentless. Cheryl would have castrated him if she'd known half of what he got up to on the sly. Between his looks and that cock, he had little trouble sliding into willing pussy.

I was nineteen with an average but hungry cock, and I really wanted to fuck Cheryl. Until that night it had never gone past flirting. I chased extra pussy too, but never matched Peter's strike rate.

None of us knew what Cheryl was about to initiate. Maybe she didn't either at the start.

My flat was in the Sydney suburb of Ashfield. No air-conditioning, and it was a stinking-hot Sydney summer night.

We were drinking and listening to music--Stones, Sabbath, Deep Purple, pure seventies. After a couple of drinks I was staring at the gap between Cheryl's tits, imagining my hands on them. I could almost see her nipples; my imagination filled in the rest.

Every so often she'd slip a hand inside her top and rub her "itchy" nipples, showing just a little more flesh. I was already hard. I'm sure she noticed me staring, because the rubbing got more deliberate.

"It's fucking hot in here," Cheryl said, wiping sweat from the back of her neck and her cleavage with a napkin. I wanted to lick that sweat off her skin.

"Pity we're so far from the beach," Sharon said. We weren't drunk, but none of us would have passed a roadside breath test.

"I need to cool down," Cheryl said. "Do you have a hose out the back?"

The flat was part of a converted terrace with a backyard. "There's one out there somewhere. The owners are always working on the yard."

We were on the ground floor with a door straight out. "I'm gonna find it. I'm so fucking hot," Cheryl said.

"Not wrong. You are so fucking hot," I told her. She smiled, knowing exactly what I meant.

She walked out into the dark yard and we followed. No lighting, only reflected light from neighbouring places.

"Found it," she called, and turned on the tap. Then she stripped--top, skirt, panties--completely naked, and held the hose over her head.

She walked over to Sharon and started pulling her top up. "Get this fucking thing off." Sharon just laughed. When Cheryl saw the bra she muttered, "What the fuck is this?" and unclipped it in one quick motion. "For fuck's sake. I thought this was a party." She giggled and yanked Sharon's panties down while Sharon unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop.

"C'mon boys, take 'em off and cool down," Cheryl said, turning the hose on all of us.

Peter and I stripped but left our briefs on.

There was just enough light to see their naked bodies. I was stiff as a board; I assume Peter was too.

Cheryl held the hose above her head and let the water run over her. It cascaded down her tits, over her nipples, across her arse, between her pussy lips and down her legs. She directed the stream onto Sharon's tits and cunt, then back onto herself. She told Sharon to bend over and hosed her arse and pussy from behind.

"Wow, that's interesting," Sharon said as the cool water hit her arsehole and ran into the crack of her cunt.

"Really?" Cheryl replied, then lifted one leg and directed the hose straight at her own open pussy and arsehole. "That is interesting."

"I think this is going to be a fun night," Peter said quietly to me, rubbing his cock through his wet briefs, eyes locked on Sharon. I knew exactly where his mind was.

It was getting too hot--not just the temperature--so I said, "I'm going back inside."

As I walked away it hit me that Peter might fuck them both right there in the yard, but he followed me in. We sat in our wet underpants and resumed drinking in silence.

I could tell Pete wasn't nervous the way I was. He was anticipating possibilities. He wouldn't give a rat's arse what I did with Cheryl if it meant he got his cock into Sharon.

I wanted Cheryl--wanted to suck those tits, finger that cunt, fuck her--but the old mindset was still there: I didn't want Peter touching Sharon. I knew the trade-off. If I got Cheryl, he got Sharon.

Then the girls came back inside, stark naked. No more dim outdoor glimpses. Four beautiful tits, four hard nipples, two neatly trimmed pussies (no Brazilians back then) right there in the light.

Two completely naked, big-titted girls sitting in front of two nineteen-year-old boys with full balls who both wanted to fuck each other's girlfriends.

"Ohhh fuck," I thought.

Sharon asked for another drink. Cheryl wanted one too. Peter poured whisky for everyone. "Bottoms up," he said, then looked at Cheryl and added, "Here's looking up you, kid." She giggled.

Sharon sat on the sofa with her legs crossed. Cheryl had one foot on the sofa, legs wide open, cunt on full display.

"Feeling better, girls?" I asked.

"Much better," Cheryl replied.

They sipped their drinks with that daring look that said, What are you going to do about this, boys? as if being completely naked was the most natural thing in the world.

The talk was about the weather. Their eyes said everything else.

I thought: I want to fuck Cheryl, but I don't want Peter to fuck Sharon. If this goes too far I'll hate myself the second I come. My cock had other plans. What came out of my mouth was, "Let's go to the bedroom."

The girls swallowed their drinks, stood, and walked toward the bedroom without hesitation.

"Don't argue," I said sarcastically at the speed of their reaction.

"It's about fucking time," Cheryl said. Sharon just smiled, as if to say, What she said.

I watched their tits move as they walked past. Peter's eyes were locked on Sharon's arse. He looked at me and smiled. "I think we're gonna have fun."

Sharon climbed onto the left side of the bed and lay on her back. "Show us your cunt," Peter said. "Mmm, sure," she answered, and opened her legs wide for him.

Cheryl climbed onto the right side next to her and spread her own legs. She squeezed her left tit with one hand, looked at me, licked two fingers of the other, and started rubbing her clit--slow strokes up her slit, then tight circles around the swollen bud.

"Like the view, boys?"

"Fuck yeah," Peter said.

"Do you think Sharon has a pretty cunt?" Cheryl asked him.

"Very nice."

"Paul's a lucky man getting his cock into that. You want to fuck that cunt, don't you, babe?"

"And I'm a lucky man putting my cock into your hungry cunt," Peter replied.

I thought, What the fuck? Are you trying to inspire him?

"Well, when you two are done gawking, these things aren't going to fuck themselves," Cheryl said.

Peter stripped off his briefs. First time I'd seen his cock properly. The rumour was true. He wasn't fully hard yet and he was already longer and thicker than mine at full erection.

Oh fuck. This guy was going to make me look ordinary.

I dropped my own briefs and climbed onto Sharon, sucking her nipples hard while I rubbed her clit. She was soaked, hips rolling up to meet my fingers, pushing my head down onto her tits.

I looked across at Cheryl and Peter. Her eyes were closed, lower lip caught between her teeth as she squeezed her own breasts. Peter's face was buried between her thighs, eating her cunt like a man starved.

"Oh god... oh god..." she whispered between soft moans.

Sharon grabbed my cock and stroked it roughly--hard enough to hurt. She was desperate to be fucked, grinding against my hand.

Peter stopped licking Cheryl and moved up to suck her left nipple. Her right one was right in front of me.

I knew this was the point of no return. My brain was still screaming warnings, but I reached out and squeezed Cheryl's right breast.

Peter looked up. "Hey."

Cheryl gave him a look that said he was being an idiot. "For fuck's sake, isn't that the point of this?"

Peter grinned at me and shifted over to Sharon's tits. I leaned in and kissed Cheryl while I pushed two fingers deep into her wet cunt.

Sharon held Peter's head and forced her nipple into his mouth. He bit one and pinched the other. She moaned and squirmed under him.

After maybe ten minutes of licking, sucking, kissing, fingering and cock-stroking, Peter said, "Your turn to do things to us," and lay on his back.

I thought we were about to get blown. Instead Cheryl looked at Sharon and said, "Let's swap."

She swung a leg over me and sank straight down onto my cock. Her cunt swallowed me in one smooth, hot, wet slide. It felt better than I'd imagined--soft, tight, scorching.

"Fuck me," she said, and started grinding in slow circles, those big tits almost in my face. Sensory overload. I didn't give a single thought to what Peter and Sharon were doing.

She squeezed my nipples while she worked my cock. I'd wanted this for so long that my balls were already tightening. I tried to pull out. She followed with her hips and sucked me straight back in. She leaned forward on her elbows and started riding me properly--up and down, deep and wet.

I was right on the edge again. I pulled free once more; she took me back in and rocked her arse, grinding hard.

"For fuck's sake, just fuck me, will you?" she hissed. "I know you want to fuck me. Well, here it is. Fuck me. Just fucking fuck me."

"Okay, we'll fucking go for it," I said.

She started pounding down onto my cock, making those high, sharp noises with every thrust--like a female tennis player returning serve. I came hard in less than a minute, a big load that I felt spilling out of her and onto my balls and belly. I hoped I'd stay hard long enough for her to finish.

I didn't. My cock softened and slipped out before she came.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck, I was so fucking close... so fucking close--"

She rolled off me, not happy. "I'll lick you until you cum," I offered.

"Don't fucking worry about it," she said, and got up to grab tissues, wiping my cum as it leaked from her cunt.

Now my brain was back in charge, and I had to face what I'd been ignoring on the other side of the bed.

I'd signed the contract the moment my cock went into Cheryl. Now I had to let it play out.

Peter was on his back, face pure ecstasy. Sharon was between his legs, kneading his balls and stroking that thick cock like she was working dough. She looked over at me, smiled, and said, "This is a nice dick," then licked the head like a lollipop. "My favourite flavour."

She had no idea I was in a bad place mentally. How could she? She'd just watched me fuck Cheryl and she was wet and eager for her turn.

I wished she'd decide she couldn't go through with it. That would have saved me from being the one who had to stop it--something I wasn't in any position to do anyway.

Today I'm glad she didn't stop. She got a lot of pleasure from it, and halfway through I don't think she could have stopped for anyone or anything.

She looked up at Peter. "Anything else you'd like?"

"For God's sake, suck it. Please suck it."

"If you insist."

"Oh, I insist."

She pushed his cock forward, licked both balls, ran her tongue up the shaft, then took the head into her mouth and plunged down until her lips met his base. She deep-throated him easily, fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, spit shining all over it.

"Oh my god... oh fuck... don't stop... suck it... suck it..." Peter's hips lifted, pushing deeper. She took every inch.

Every so often she'd pull off with a wet slurping sound, lick his balls again, then sink back down. I knew from experience how her tongue worked the underside while she sucked.

It was like watching a car accident--horrific and impossible to look away from.

"You like that?" she asked during a brief pause.

"You fucking know it. Stop talking. Keep sucking."

She put more effort into it than she ever did with me. Later, when I was deep in the swinging and sharing lifestyle, I realised women almost always enjoy the extra cock more than their regular partner's. Stolen cock tastes sweeter. Same way stolen pussy does for us.

She stopped sucking and crawled up to kiss him. He rolled her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and went down on her--licking, kissing, sucking her clit, sliding his tongue into her hole.

"You like your cunt eaten, Shaz?"

"What girl doesn't?" She pushed his head harder and rocked her hips. "Love that tongue."

I could see his tongue working her open pussy, two fingers curling inside to hit her G-spot while he sucked.

"That looks delicious, babe," Cheryl said. She'd been watching the whole time.

"It's very delicious," Peter answered between licks.

"I was just wondering something, babe..."

"What's that?"

"Are you ever gonna fuck her, or are you gonna keep fucking around?"

I turned and stared at Cheryl, half-hoping she'd call a stop to it.

"Your wish is Shazza's fucking," Peter said. He grabbed Sharon's legs behind the knees, pushed them up and wide, and drove his thick cock straight into her cunt.

It filled her completely. He pushed until only his balls were left outside. Sharon sucked in a sharp breath and threw her head back. He pulled almost all the way out--her pussy lips stretched tight around the shaft--then slammed back in deep.

I saw everything in crystalline detail: how easily that thick cock disappeared inside her, how her juices glistened on it every time it withdrew, how she lifted her hips to take him even deeper, how he ground his balls hard against her as if trying to force them in too. I had a clear mental image of how far up inside her that cock must have been.

His bare arse clenched with every thrust. Sharon's mouth was open, breathing hard. She moaned and whimpered with every stroke, exhaling in a rush whenever he bottomed out against her cervix. The wet slap of flesh on flesh, balls against arse, mixed with their moans and heavy breathing--loud enough that the neighbours must have heard.

She had one hand on his arse, pushing him in harder with every thrust, the other around his neck. When he sucked or bit her nipples she arched and groaned, holding his head down so he couldn't stop.

I heard the familiar sound she makes when she comes--head thrown back, that little coughing gasp--several times.

But it was the cock sliding in and out of her cunt that held most of my attention. Relentless. Like a piston. Where the fuck is that thing going?

He released her legs. She kept them wide and bent. He went back to her nipples--sucking, licking, pinching, twisting--while he fucked her in a slower, grinding rhythm. They kissed deeply, open-mouthed, tongues sliding together. Pure lust.

Peter lifted his head. Their noses almost touched.

"This feels so fucking good," Sharon whispered.

"You like it? Have you come yet?"

"I love it. And yes--several times."

"How about you? Enjoying yourself?"

"You're fucking kidding." He gave a quiet laugh. "I've wanted to fuck you since he first brought you around."

"I hope you're not disappointed."

He kissed her hard. "I'm in fucking heaven."

"Any regrets?"

"Definitely not. I'm in fucking heaven with you. Let's keep fucking."

"Let's."

They smiled and went back to kissing and grinding.

Cheryl was rubbing her own clit hard while she watched. She crawled over, reached between them, and started stroking Peter's balls as he fucked Sharon.

"Like that, babe?"

"You know I do."

"Is he fucking you good?" she asked Sharon.

"Ohhhh yeah... he's fucking me real good."

"Tell Paul that you love Pete's dick," Cheryl said. "Go on. Tell him. Let him know you love feeling his dick up your cunt."

Sharon pulled Peter's head down to her shoulder, squeezed his arse while he ground deep inside her, looked straight at me, and smiled.

"Thank you for this. I'm loving Peter's cock. This is one fucking good fuck." Then, to him: "Fuck me deeper."

"Deeper? Okay."

He pulled out, rolled onto his back. "Get on."

Sharon straddled him, grabbed his thick cock, and guided it into her cunt. She gasped as she sank down. "That's it... that's so fucking deep."

She started grinding, then rocking harder and faster when he gripped her hips, riding him like she was on the favourite in the Melbourne Cup.

"Fuck him, fuck him, Shaz!" Cheryl yelled.

Sharon's eyes were shut, head thrown back, completely focused on the cock stretching her. I watched her come at least twice more.

After maybe ten minutes Peter rolled them over again, shoved her legs wide, drove back into her, and pounded hard a few times. Then he covered her body with his, hands under her shoulders, and kissed her deeply while he buried himself to the balls and came with a loud, long moan. I watched his arse spasm as he pumped load after load deep into her cunt.

"Oh yeah--"

"Blow it all inside her, babe," Cheryl yelled. "Give it all to her. Fill that cunt."

He stayed on top of her for a while, cock still inside, kissing slowly, then rolled off. Cheryl immediately leaned over and licked and sucked the mixed juices off his cock and balls.

Sharon kept her legs open. I could see a thick run of cum leaking from her gaped, reddened cunt.

She looked over at me, almost laughing. "Wow. That was intense."

Peter, still beside her, said, "Thank you. That was an awesome fuck."

"You're welcome--but thank you. I feel like I've run a marathon. I need a cool drink after that workout." She laughed.

Cheryl left and came back a couple of minutes later with Scotch and dry on ice for everyone.

I was gutted, but I couldn't say a word. In Sharon's defence, she had no idea I wasn't happy. I genuinely had no anger toward any of them. Cheryl had set it up, but I'd given the green light.

Sharon lay with her head on Peter's left shoulder, legs still open, cum glistening in her cunt. His hand rested on her tit, casually fondling the nipple. They looked like a comfortable couple.

Cheryl sat cross-legged at the end of the bed. I sat on a chair. We all drank.

Then the debrief.

"That was a good fuck," Cheryl said.

Peter laughed. "Well, I think so."

"That was awesome cowgirl work, Shaz. I thought you were gonna break his cock off. I almost yelled yippee-ki-yay. You were fucking riding that bull."

"My god, it felt so good. It was soooo deep. Sorry if I was too hard on your cock, Pete." Sharon giggled.

"Fuck no. That was the best part for me. That's why I came then."

"I loved the pounding. Feeling that cock going up inside me. I came so many times." She leaned over and kissed him. "Thank you again."

We sat like that for about an hour, talking about past experiences and general bullshit.

I learned something interesting about Sharon during the "past experiences" chat.

She told us that at a party at a friend's house she'd got so wasted she passed out in a spare bedroom. Someone came in, pulled her top and bra up, sucked her nipples and fingered her cunt. Then there must have been two guys, because both nipples were being sucked at once while she was fingered. She felt a cock against her lips. When Cheryl asked what she did, Sharon said she opened her mouth and let it in. It slid over her tongue and hit the back of her throat several times.

"Did anyone fuck you?" I asked.

"A few," she said. "I woke up a few times with a guy on top of me and a cock in my pussy."

Cheryl asked what she did about that.

"I wasn't up for a fight, so I wrapped my arms around them and went along for the ride. It's easier to fuck than fight."

She had no idea who any of them were--the room was dark. In the morning her bra was still pushed up over her tits, her knickers were gone, she was full of cum, and her cunt was sore. Word had gone around the men at the party. Quietly, without their wives or girlfriends knowing, they'd taken turns sneaking in.

I learned something about men that night: even guys who call themselves your friends will fuck your girl given half a chance, whether she wants it or not.

Her friends weren't happy--the bed had only a white sheet, no mattress protector, and the cum stains had gone straight through.

Cheryl told her own stories--bare arse hanging out of a car in a pub car park, taking a line of men; an ex who used to bring friends over to fuck her.

"So how many times do you think you came tonight?" Cheryl asked Sharon.

"Oh my god, at least four. Probably more like half a dozen."

"That's interesting. How many times did you come, Pete?"

"Just the once."

"Well that's just unfair. Not right at all, babe. Do you have any more cum in those balls?"

"I'm sure I do by now. Whatcha got in mind?"

"I think Shaz should blow your cock, don't you? Only fair."

"I think I do deserve to get another shot away," he said, looking at Sharon.

You're fucking kidding me, I thought. This was supposed to be over.

Sharon looked at me, smiled, looked at Cheryl, then said to Peter, "It's the least I can do."

Peter lay back, hands behind his head, legs open. Sharon knelt between them. Cheryl said, "Open your mouth wide. I want to see his knob going into your mouth and to the back of your throat."

Sharon did. Cheryl watched the thick head disappear. "That looks so good."

Sharon wrapped her lips around the shaft and started sucking slowly, deeply, kneading his balls.

"Take your time," Peter said. "I want to enjoy this."

"Be nice to his cock," Cheryl told her. "His cock was nice to you. When he comes, don't swallow it straight away."

Sharon worked him for a good ten minutes--slow, deep, occasionally sucking hard on the head and licking his balls. Cheryl lay beside Peter and they kissed passionately. Both of them had a hand on Sharon's head.

Eventually they started pushing harder. His hips began to lift.

"Suck it... suck it... don't stop..."

"Take it... take it all in your mouth... don't waste any..." Cheryl urged.

Peter grabbed Sharon's head with both hands, held her still, and came with a loud moan, pumping cum into her mouth.

"Don't swallow it," Cheryl ordered. When Sharon lifted her head, Cheryl grabbed her, stuck her tongue into Sharon's cum-filled mouth, and licked and sucked some of it out. They kissed messily, sharing it, then both swallowed.

With that, the sex was finally over. Sort of.

Sharon and Peter went back to lying together--her head on his shoulder, arm across his stomach, tits resting on his chest, his hand on her breast again. She occasionally gave his softening cock a little squeeze while we talked. Both of them looked thoroughly satisfied and completely at ease.

We talked about nothing important. I became aware that no one seemed to notice that after my quick fuck with Cheryl I hadn't been actively involved in anything. Just a reluctant spectator. Even now Peter was giving Sharon the post-fuck cuddle that should have been mine.

They asked if they could shower before they left. Peter and Cheryl went into the bathroom together.

I should have known the root rat wasn't finished.

From the lounge room we heard Cheryl making noises that sounded like she was being assaulted. I opened the bathroom door. Cheryl was bent over in the shower, Peter's cock buried balls-deep in her arse, and she was squealing like a pig.

"Unfuckingbelievable," I muttered, and closed the door again.

When they finished their buggery and actual showering, we kissed goodbye, thanked each other for a memorable night, and they left. Sharon and I went to bed.

We lay talking. I could tell she was still buzzing from fucking Peter--she kept playing with my cock while we spoke.

She asked what it had been like fucking Cheryl, mentioning how much noise Cheryl had made.

I told her it was nice, but I'd been overwhelmed and come very quickly.

"That must have been disappointing for you. You know she's not on the pill, don't you?"

"No, but I don't care. Peter can wear that."

I told her how pissed off Cheryl had been. Sharon said she hadn't noticed--she'd been busy with other things--and laughed while she stroked me.

She had no idea that for most of the night I'd only been a spectator.

I mentioned how much she and Peter had cuddled and kissed between and after the fucking and sucking.

She realised then that I might not be happy about that. She apologised and said she'd been so sexually satisfied--he'd given her a really good fuck--that she'd felt close and thankful to him in the moment. She admitted she should have shown me more gratitude for allowing it.

Then she sucked my cock.

I never allowed anything like that to happen again. Stupid me. I could have been in the lifestyle decades earlier.

I don't know if Peter ever snuck in and fucked her when I wasn't home. Hard to believe he didn't, given his track record. I can't imagine Sharon refusing after how much she'd enjoyed it. But I never saw any evidence.

I did fuck Cheryl many times after that--including after she and Peter broke up.

Yes, my hypocrisy lived on for a while.

Sharon and I broke up about a year later over unrelated issues.